*The scene opens showing Jason Rayne finishing up a weight lifting session at a local gym. Upon finishing, Jason would grab a nearby towel and wipe the perspiration from his forehead. He would then drape his towel over the back of a nearby chair.*

Jason: “That’s enough training for now. All work and no play would make me a dull man. Let me see what my competition has to say for itself; I could use a good laugh.”

*Jason reaches towards a nearby table, and gras his smartphone off of it. Jason would open the XWF app on his phone and proceed to watch Miss Michelle and Brain OHaire’s promos. The serious expression on Jason’s face would – by the end of the videos – soon be replaced by a an expression of disbelief and mirth.*

Jason: Oh good grief, how many times over my eight years of wrestling have I heard the old and tired ‘insignificant speck’ trope? Too many times to count. Is that really the best you could come up with, Brian? Give me a break. I have heard that sorry trope from far better wrestlers than you surely are in my time as a high school and collegiate all-state wrestler, Brian. Coming from some scrawny, little, self-entitled, C-list actor like you, it just sounds like some sort of joke. You make me laugh, Brian! Thanks for that!”

*Jason’s face would return to it’s previous serious expression.*

Jason: “Needless to say, I decline your silly little attempt to let you off the hook easy. I will most definitely be there for our three-way match. The real question is, will you show up, or will you chicken out and cower under your bed – soaking your pants with your own urine – like a scared little puppy on the Fourth of July? Not that hiding would protect you from me. Oh no, not in the slightest. You see, I would hunt you down. In fact, I would very much relish such a hunt; It would be most enjoyable for me. I’m a predator; hunting is what I live for – what I do the best. Now you’ve gone and got me all excited for the hunt, Brian.”

“Somewhat ironically, it’s Miss Michelle who I viewer as my most capable competitor, of the two of them. Miss Michelle, I will grant you that we both do have a lot to prove to the XWF. I – much like you – am far from a rookie. I may be new to the world of professional wrestling, but I have been wrestling for the past eight years straight. Not just wrestling, but excelling, for seven of those years. That is a trend I have no intention of discontinuing, now that I am a professional. In fact, I am very, very much looking forward to all the challenges and competitors that the XWF has to offer. “

“No predator backs down from a fight, or turns down an opportunity to hunt prey; including this predator. So you both – as well as all future competitors; prey, if you will – can count on me showing, every time, every match. Those who are foolish and unfortunate enough to come face to face with me outside of the ring can also bank on this…"

*Jason grabs on to the edge of the nearby table.*

Jason: “…the Viper’s Fangs – my fangs – showing up as well. Talk about seeing stars, I guaran-damn-tee anyone who ends up on the business end of my fangs will without a doubt be seeing stars.”

*Jason walks away from the camera, back towards a weight machine, and the scene fades to black.*